Man, whatever

Ate a lot of bread. I don't feel great, but I'll probably shovel some more shit down my throat before I go to bed. I guess compulsive eating is still better than pissing your pants blackout drunk on the A train to Rockaway Beach. Jah feel?

[insert the lyrics to Smooth by Rob Thomas feat. Carlos Santana]

Oh great, someone farted and clearly had a baguette last night. smdh

Nobody knows what’s inside. Can you keep a secret?

It's your asshole, Jerry!

Your honor, this case is a sham and you are a piece of leather beneath a hot stamp.

I took a submarine down under the sea last night. Got to see all the electric eels. There are only three, and they are all named Ernie.

Ernie rhymes with gurney, which is what your body will eventually be strapped to after your passing. Something to think about, really. Guess what, that wasn't written by AI. Woof, daddy.

Went on a date. it was fine but not fireworks

Come on, man. This "art" thing is starting to wear me down. Can someone just give me a job or become a benefactor for me to make shit. This podcast doesn't make money (because it doesn't exist), but if you do, please send it to me. Ok, now that we've gotten that out of the way- here's the good stuff:

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